My fight...every day...is with the effing chocolate bowl that resides in the cube next door. I know that hate is a strong word. But I hate that I have to use my will power every.single.day to not walk over and grab a handful and scarf it down so I can get rid of the evidence. This week is particularly tough. Superman has left on his 15 day vacation (bastard, although he deserves it) and as I said before, I have to do some of his job duties. Where does that put me people?? Think about it.
I puts me IN the chocolate bowl cube.
Every time I go over there it stares at me. I swear it does. AND part of my "job duties" are keeping it stocked. Superman tries to keep everyone happy so there is a lot of good shit in there. Reese's, and not just the miniatures, M&M's - both peanut and plain, snickers, milky way, milk chocolate, dark chocolate...if you're craving it...it's most likely there. They have a bet going here at work that I will consume the majority of the chocolate while Superman is gone. A**holes.
Yesterday I brought my lunch and ate right at 11am, I was starving for some reason. Then a little later I texted Trainer to see if he wanted to meet up for a latte, he said fine, but not until 2:30. I even tried popping some 94% fat free popcorn to stave off the chocolate cravings. Just knowing that I could get up, go around the entrance and eat the Hershey's cookies and creme until I was sick was driving me insane! WHY does it have this power?? (I know the answer people, I'm trying to be dramatic)
I caved, I had two pieces of the cookies and creme miniatures.
Today...a new day...a new fight...